Bouquet

Can I bring it to you?

Should I buy them for you?

Or rather, snap them at the neck from the nearest heap. 

I'm rather nervous, confessing like this, having mini heart attacks, contracting at the very thought.

You see, the very thought of you fiddles with my heart strings.

The very thought of you makes my pulse dash.

The very thought, makes thought impossible.

Should I bring roses, cliché as it seems, or rather tiger lilies, they remind me of your freckles.

Should I bring one, romantically symbolic of our oneness, or a dozen, the amount of love I have for you.

I remember your face, marble smooth, opal even, with perfection in every feature, Mona Lisa with green eyes and flaming red hair that danced.

I remember your smile, as if when you looked at me, God didn't matter, the heavens became meaningless; without that grin, I became meaningless.

This walk is painful and I can't even look up, eyes down, singling out every crack in the earth.

This walk is painful and I can't even consider your answer, I am pathetic, to scared to think about your reply.

Sigh..."I'm here."

Even among all this depressive atmosphere, you still seem to blaze, the grass is greener around you. 

Even among all this stale air, you are clear, my fear is faltering in your presence.

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"I love you, Emily." As I dust off the spider webs from your headstone. Theres a crack here, it reminds me of your one dimple. You haven't changed. 

Reviews

[Sukriti Suki]

So so so beautiful. You have such immense talent. I was mesmerised while I was reading this. Such fine writing.

[Annabel Lee]

Wow, this is beautifully constructed. I can almost feel my feet hitting the ground of a cemetary, its so realistic. Amazingly crafted, keep up the good work!

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hmm...in love with thudding heart beats??...i wonder!lol
beautiful short story turned magnificently well into a strong and lovely poem!
your thoughts and your present situation are conveyed in a very good way!
i liked it! great write!